Honey The Cat Novels & Stories

That's okay, we can keep working on it. Honey is a beautiful girl and I'm not surprised that she caught the eye of a Dom. She's like her mom in that she's naturally submissive. I've never thought of having her under me. Don't get that in your brain. I much prefer the older, more mature version that is her mother. I spend a lot of time here at the home of Roberta and her kids. My place is more like a bachelor pad. This house is cozy and is more a home than mine.

he snapped before jumping up onto the table with a small black bag and began fussing around Casper’s limp body. Mj barely paid John’s comment any attention as she stalked toward Honey once more, “do you know,” she asked and Honey nodded hesitantly as she dug her fingers into the safety of Ed’s shirt. Without being prompted Honey licked her lips and swallowed nervously before she spoke, “hhh-he means the triad,” she whispered and Mj growled as she slowly turned and once more approached the table.

The only question was, what was he going to do about it? Colin snapped to attention when his aide brought out Honey. Upon seeing the wyvern's shimmering pearly-white scales and warm, red eyes, all his worries and anxieties evaporated. Honey was his fastest wyvern, and also his favourite. She was clever and sweet-tempered, and she always keeps him steady. Just like the girl who named her.

Kelly looked at the person in front of her. She knew that once she said this, everyone would agree with her, no matter who it was. Even if the other person didn't agree, people around her would still put pressure on her. As expected, when the "lucky star" wearing the black cat mask didn't respond immediately, everyone started teasing her. "Of course they're willing. Ms. Harriette is giving her a property worth millions as a gift. It's not just about exchanging one mask with her; even if it were more, they'd still be willing."

Eventually, I got used to the grind. Right when I started feeling proud of myself, Missy got pregnant. She gave birth to a snow-white little fluffball. Yeah. A full-on chaos gremlin had entered the world. *** I'd never seen a cat that white. Though named him snowy. Snow would look dirty next to him. Snowy opened his eyes on day one. Walked on day two. Day three? He opened the door himself, ripped open the milk delivery box, and drained every carton in the building.

The spot I'm lying on is now warm from my heat. “Wider for me,” he teases. “I need to marinate your pussy.” “Oh, god,” I mumble. My legs stiffen and my toes form a lump from intense curling. When the honey mix pours on the top of my pussy and glides down my slit, I drip. Wet. Slippery. It mixes the honey and smoothly runs down my body like butter. “I see that, my rose.” He faintly chuckles. “The wet sloppy sound your hissing pussy makes is too loud not to notice.”

If it weren’t for the tabby’s voice, I would’ve still been in the dark. Without hesitation, I gave the tabby two big chicken drumsticks. And just like that, I heard its thoughts again. “Waaah, these drumsticks are amazing. My owner is so pretty and kind! “But my silly, beautiful owner, you can’t keep dieting like this. You’re working yourself to the bone, and in the end it’s all benefiting that evil woman!” I listened quietly, then pulled the tabby into my arms and kissed it. There was no need to worry. The real show hadn’t even started yet.

I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lenny replied immediately. "Our cat is a little princess. Just imagine how jealous the other cats would be if they rode back in a Maybach." I stared at this message, still reeling in disbelief. Even I, the owner, had never ridden in a Maybach. Yet, Lenny expected me to spend seven thousand dollars so my cat could ride in one? Seeing that I didn't reply, Lenny immediately sent a voice message. "Why aren't you replying? I'm doing you a favor here."

Her blush is turning a deeper shade of red at this point. “Does the police know about this?” She mutters in horror, glancing at the hairstylist for help, “You cannot leave me alone with him, he's insane—” “—All done, Mr. Garres.” The hairstylist steps away with a bow. “I'll take my leave now.” I watch Dymond stare after the hair stylist like she was her last hope. It amuses me. But that amusement dies off when I take a good look at my kitten now that her hair is styled.

he says with a chuckle pulling me up in his arms. "She's not a real cat, why does she act like it?" Seth the new guy asks why does he care? "She is a kitten, she's half cat, which means she acts just like one," Zane explains kissing the top of my head as I growled at him, just like Mathew taught me. "Come on little lion, let's go get you your bottle," he says taking me toward the kitchen and getting a bottle ready for me as I laid my head against his shoulder, I'm tired, but tomorrow I'm going to get to the bottom of this new guy's situation.